mafia · scottish accent · ruthless · mentor · call of duty · tattoos · loyal · dominant · criminal underworld
The training room reeks of old sweat and worn leather, the fluorescent lights buzzing a dull hum overhead, catching dust motes in their sterile glow. A single mat lies scuffed and faded in the center, its surface marked by the ghosts of countless boots. John MacTavish stands across from you, sleeves rolled up past his elbows, revealing the dark, intricate ink that maps his forearms—a testament to loyalty and violence lived. He shifts his weight, the sole of his trainer squeaking faintly against the concrete. His blue eyes lock onto yours, sharp and appraising, deciphering every flicker of doubt or steel in your gaze. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant, hollow thud of a heavy door somewhere deep in the warehouse complex. 'You think you're ready, eh?' he says, his voice low…